Page 94 of Wicked Lord

“Damn it, Ax, this is my favorite pair!” And right now, I definitely didn’t have the funds to replace the expensive La Perla panties.

“I’ll buy you new ones, if you behave.” That wicked smirk grew wider.

“What exactly do you want me to do?”

“Oh, you don’t have to do anything really. Just spread your legs for me, baby. I have to know if you taste as good as I’ve imagined. I’ve been dreaming of that sweet pussy for weeks, Lore.”

My breath caught at the unexpected confession. Weeks? He must have been exaggerating, right? He was drunk, we both were. Which was exactly why I didn’t dare voice my fears out loud. This was a terrible idea that went against so many of my carefully crafted fake dating rules.

Before I could think further on it, a warm tongue streaked through my drenched folds.

“Oh, my gawd, Ax,” I moaned.

His head bobbed up, a shit-eating grin on his face. “I was about to say the same thing. Damn, you’re so wet for me, baby, and so fucking sweet, sweeter than the most expensive fancychocolate I’ve ever tasted.” His tongue glided across his lip as he savored me. “Shit, Lorelei, just a taste, and I’m already addicted.”

His head disappeared once again, and fire raged between my thighs. His tongue twirled and sucked, lavishing every inch of me. Fucking hell, this guy knew his way around a clit. Killian had been good, but he was a selfish bastard, forcing me on my knees most of the time and barely ever returning the favor.

His tongue thrust again, swirling around my swollen clit. Then his teeth grazed the delicate bundle of nerves, and I nearly came on the spot. My fingers dug into his hair, tugging at the dirty blond strands as I squirmed beneath the raging pleasure.

“Don’t stop,” I panted.

“Not planning on it, blondie. I want to taste your cum on my tongue, savor your exquisite taste.”

My head fell back at his intoxicating words. “I’m close.”

“Don’t hold back for me.”

I nodded, snagging my bottom lip between my teeth. I was too far gone to answer. Fiery heat surged through my veins with every flick of his tongue, every suck, each murmur against my throbbing center.

He slipped a finger inside me, curling it and hitting just the right spot. The wild onslaught of sensations sent me sprawling over the edge.

“Oh, shit, I’m going to come,” I moaned, my back arching.

Axel murmured his reply, the vibrations against my clit only extending the rippling pleasure of the explosive orgasm. Fire lapped up my veins, starting at my spine and spilling all the way to my toes.

I just lay there for a long moment, my entire body trembling and my knees shaking as I struggled to catch my breath.

He finally emerged, chin glistening with my arousal and that devastating smile lighting up the dim room. “You look fucking gorgeous spread out across my bed like this.”

His dark gaze razed over me, and Ifeltgorgeous. His eyes met mine and held for an endless moment. And there wassomethingthere, beyond the drunken haze and the lust.

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Before the awkward moment became too uncomfortable, I blurted, “Your turn.”

He rolled over beside me. “Don’t feel like you have to?—”

“No, I want to.” Heat burned my cheeks at the embarrassing confession.

But it was true. I wanted to taste him too, but more than anything I wanted to feel his cock inside my mouth, twitching as I pushed him to orgasm. It was like a power trip, bringing powerful men to their knees. I’d always reveled in it.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop at that,” he whispered, blue eyes meeting mine. His hand snaked out as if to reach for my face, but he pulled it back at the last minute. “Once your lips are wrapped around my cock, I’ll be done for. Your mouth won’t be enough, I’ll want your pussy, then your ass, then every fucking inch of you. I’ll need to bury myself inside you again and again.”

My heart stopped beating, all the air siphoning from my lungs. What was happening right now?

Axel must have read my deer-in-headlights expression because a shrill laugh bubbled out through his clenched lips. He dragged his hand through his hair, shaking his head. “Because you know, that’s what happens when I’m drunk. I’ll just want to fuck again and again.”

He shrugged, playing it off, but it was too late, I saw it. Therewassomething there, something real growing between us.